The Sage Arrives, the Emperor Returns to His Throne.

Chapter 132 The Sage Arrives, the Emperor Returns to His Throne.

After Nuwa took her seat, the second sage arrived.

Shangqing Tongtian rode a Kui Niu, with a sword at his waist. Auspicious clouds surrounded the Kui Niu's feet, and purple qi swirled in the sky. Just like when the sage Nuwa appeared, golden flowers rained down and celestial music filled the air.

At this moment, the people of the prehistoric world were no longer unfamiliar with the golden flowers. Having just absorbed the golden flowers dropped by the saint Nuwa, they were even more determined not to miss a single one this time, hoping to absorb a few more golden flowers.

When the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit saw Tongtian, she gestured for Shennong to follow. The two quickly went to greet Tongtian and bowed to him.

"Teacher, you've arrived."

"Shennong greets his grandmaster."

Xuandu was not to be outdone; he and Fuxi stepped forward together to pay their respects to Tongtian.

Once he was fully standing, he waved his hand, and Kui Niu vanished without a trace. He looked at Jinling Shengmu and Xuandu, nodded in a good mood, and smiled at Fuxi.

"Fuxi, today is a great day for you. Chen Qing might come over soon too, so just wait and see."

Fuxi knew about the relationship between Tongtian and Chen Qing, and was pleasantly surprised to hear Tongtian say this. Just as he was about to say something, Tongtian stopped him.

"No need for further words. Other senior brothers will be arriving later. You can entertain them. I'm going to see Junior Sister Nuwa now."

After saying that, Tongtian walked straight towards Nuwa's direction.

Suddenly, the sky was filled with a dazzling array of colors, and in the distance, it seemed as if nine dragons could be seen soaring through the sky.

On the nine-dragon chariot, a Daoist priest held a jade ruyi scepter, led by white cranes and blue phoenixes, with a red phoenix following behind. Two children stood by his side, playing flutes.

Upon seeing this familiar procession, Tongtian knew that his second senior brother, Yuqing Yuanshi, had arrived.

"Junior Sister Nuwa, you said that Senior Brother Yuanshi always makes such a big fuss when he goes out, doesn't he get tired? I'm so much simpler, a sword and a mount are enough."

Nuwa looked at the horizon and listened to Tongtian's "disdainful" words. She gave him a mischievous look and said, "Tongtian, why don't you talk to Yuanshi about it and make it as easy for him to travel as you do in the future?"

Just as Tongtian was about to say something more, he seemed to feel a flick on the head, and quickly sat up straight, not daring to say anything more.

Seeing this, Nuwa knew that her words had been overheard by her senior brother Yuanshi, so she quickly switched to telepathy, saying, "Senior brother Tongtian, you should be more careful next time."

"I got carried away for a moment and forgot that I could transmit my voice."

Yuqing Yuanshi and Xuandu nodded slightly and then went directly to Tongtian and the others.

The people on the field didn't care, after all, the fact that the sage could come was already a great thing.

A medicinal fragrance filled the air, different from the scent that wafted when Nuwa emerged. This fragrance was initially strong, but upon closer inspection, it was quite mild.

A burst of celestial music drifted from mid-air, followed by the sight of a large blue ox riding on auspicious clouds. An old man sat on its back, a large gourd hanging from his waist.

Xuandu felt a pang of longing upon seeing his teacher. During their last meeting, his teacher had gifted him a priceless treasure: the Hetu and Luoshu, which he used to travel to the shores of the North Sea.

There was also a teacher secretly protecting him, using the Kunpeng as a whetstone to help him break through, and comprehend the law of death at the critical moment of life and death.

Since Fuxi successfully comprehended the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Era, he has been in seclusion for a hundred years.

Seeing that his teacher had come because of Fuxi's enlightenment, Xuandu couldn't help but step forward to greet Taiqing Laozi.

"Greetings, Master. Your disciple Fuxi and I greet you."

Taiqing Laozi looked at the two of them. Xuandu's aura was nearing perfection, and he would likely become a great supernatural being soon. Fuxi's progress was also rapid. Unexpectedly, after being reincarnated, he had comprehended his own Dao and was able to attain enlightenment in just a few hundred years.

"No need for formalities, I'm going to see your martial uncle."

The two bowed to Taiqing Laozi, and then Fuxi returned to the center of the altar.

The incense had already burned more than halfway, and although all the saints who could come had arrived, Chen Qingdaojun was nowhere to be seen.

Fuxi was somewhat nervous. The matters of attaining enlightenment and abdicating the throne were not important to Chen Qing Daojun. However, he still hoped to see Chen Qing Daojun on this significant day for him.

As the incense gradually shortened, Fuxi's expression became somewhat anxious.

A dragon's roar resounded through the sky, and Fuxi looked over in surprise. The other sages also stood up upon hearing the dragon's roar.

Golden flowers fell from the sky, and celestial music filled the air. Leaving aside that, on the dragon's back, a person was seen surrounded by golden flowers of merit.

Everyone was astonished when they saw it, never expecting that such merit could turn into golden flowers.

These sages all know how rare merit is. Unless one has made great contributions to heaven and earth, or is like Pangu who created the world, one can only gain merit by creating the world.

Of the merits of creation, seven parts fell upon the primordial world transformed by Pangu, while the other three parts were obtained by the Three Pure Ones.

Secondly, there is the merit of teaching and guiding, like Laozi of Taiqing who established a religion to protect the human race, and only then did he gain some merit.

Finally, like Nuwa, one can use the power of creation to create the human race and gain the merit of creation.

The Three Pure Ones only felt a little envious when they saw the golden flower of merit, after all, they possessed the merit of creating the world and were protected by the Heavenly Dao.

The other saints were somewhat envious. Seeing so many golden flowers of merit surrounding them, they were filled with jealousy, but they had to restrain themselves because of Chen Qing's strength.

In mid-air, Chen Qing stood on the dragon's head and scattered the golden flowers of merit surrounding him towards the people of the prehistoric world.

"This is the Golden Flower of Merit, which will be obtained by those who are destined to receive it. As for its benefits, I will not go into details." After saying this, Chen Qing flew down from the Mirage Dragon.

The saints also wanted to use their supernatural powers to collect those merit flowers, hoping that more merit would bring them more protection from the Heavenly Dao in the future.

After Chen Qing stood still, the mirage dragon transformed into human form and stood respectfully to the side. Fuxi, Suirenshi, and the others were very pleased to see Chen Qing. The two quickly walked up to Chen Qing, bowed to him, and then escorted him to the center, saying, "Daoist Chen Qing, please take a seat."

Chen Qing didn't stand on ceremony with them. With his current strength, these saints were not a threat to him, so he calmly sat down.

When the saints saw Chen Qing sitting in the middle, none of them were dissatisfied, after all, in the prehistoric world, strength speaks for itself.

As for Shangqing Tongtian, there's even less to say; everyone in the prehistoric world knows that Chen Qing is his disciple. He's overjoyed that his disciple has brought him so much honor; why would he care about anything else?

Chen Qing looked at the smiling Shangqing Tongtian and gave him a slight bow, saying, "Greetings, teacher; greetings, senior uncles and senior masters."

Shangqing Tongtian readily agreed, raising his cup of spiritual tea in a toast. "Chen Qing, there's no need for such formalities. Your strength is still above ours. From now on, we can address each other as fellow Daoists."

Chen Qing smiled slightly, "Teacher, etiquette must not be disregarded."

It was getting late. Chen Qing looked at Fuxi standing in front of him and nodded slightly. "I see that the incense has almost burned out. You should go quickly and not miss the auspicious time."

Upon seeing Chen Qing, Fuxi breathed a sigh of relief, took a large step back, bowed to the sages, and immediately returned to the altar.

(End of this chapter)